A snarl contorted his features, and he marched up to it, laying his pistol down on the marquetry table so that his hands were free to grab the picture off the wall. "Whose grave is this?" he inquired of a man who was standing near it. ToC Mrs. "O, Lord!" ejaculated Wood. I was compelled to run away. I hate what I have to do to survive.
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